Gage at 5 months

My son is five months old.  Five and a half, to be exact. Cue the whining mama: where does the time go?

He just had his four month check-up last week (at five months, as I neglectfully missed the visit I'd scheduled -- oops) and weighs in at almost 19 pounds, 27.5 inches long.  He's in the 97th percentile all the way around, which makes me say good job buddy -- a solid A in the eating department!

We still haven't managed to establish any kind of schedule, but he generally falls into the pattern of eat, play, sleep (which, come to think of it, would be the infant's answer to Eat, Pray, Love, dontcha think?).  I seem to think Claire was in this nice two-naps-a-day pattern by this age, but then again, Claire did not get carted all over town because her mama and big sister were bored at home.  So there's that. A week ago I would have told you he is consistently sleeping through the night, and that is still mostly true, except for the days when I've stayed up far too late -- then he's up at the least convenient time! (The children, they prey on your weaknesses...)

But, ah, the giggles.  They are plentiful, especially if you tickle him in the sweet spot between his chins or lift him up into an airplane in the air.  And he likes nothing better than to be naked, squirming, kicking, and grabbing his penis.  Yes, he's found it, although it's not unusual for him to stick his hand down there and grab hold of the fat roll right next door on his thigh instead, which cracks me up like nothing else.  Claire is the BEST TOY EVER, and even when she is right up in his face and practically laying on top of him and I'm yelling "Don't break his ribs!" -- even then, he's laughing at her.  It's easy to see already that these two are going to get into all kinds of mischief and that I'll be lucky to stay one step ahead.

When I found out I was having a boy, I was a little uncertain about what that would bring.  Now, I can't imagine having it any other way.  He's my buddy, and my constant companion, and his gummy smile and grabby, curious hands are a source of much delight.  I have a little boy, and he's awesomeness.

Comments

[Bethany]

And I thought MY baby was big! (21 lbs. and 27 in. at seven months... but obviously, yours has mine beat.) I had no idea before having two kidlets that a preschooler and an infant could be best friends, but it seems we are both finding out the giggly advantages to having a new baby in the house. Congratulations on your new job, by the way! I'm sure you're a FABULOUS city expert. :)

[Heather]

You look fantastic, both of you! I am thrilled to hear everyone is happy and healthy and doing well!

[Steph.]

Oh, look at him! What a cutie! I can't believe he's 5 1/2 months already--I remember reading your pregnancy tales just yesterday!

You know what's funny? I had a boy first and was kind of scare of having a little girl 4 years ago when I had my daughter. I feel the same way now...she's just such a delight and I love to watch how differently she grows and changes from her brother.

[Nana Az]

Oh Yes, the time does go by. You both look so relaxed together, great picture

[Old Horsetail Snake]

Nice picture of Mom and the Grabber, if I do say so myself.